Thinking of You, My Love

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[Free-spirited heir × cool, reserved beauty]

1.

When Shi Nianqing was twenty-five, the Lu family of Shanghai brought her back and acknowledged her as one of their own.

Unlike other young women from prominent families, she was neither pampered nor spoiled. She was like a reed growing wild, cool and resilient.

Under the Lu family's arrangements, she was forced into an alliance marriage with Ye Wenchen, the young heir to the Ye family.

Before the wedding, she met him exactly three times.

The first time was at a bar, where she saw him surrounded by women, living it up.

The young heir held a glass of whiskey, smiling lazily and roguishly. "Beauty, the evening is late and snow is on the way. Care for a drink?"

Her expression remained calm as she corrected him in a flat voice. "It's a summer night. It won't snow."

She had never had any expectations for this contractual marriage.

2.

After they married, the usually carefree and unrestrained Ye Wenchen seemed to reform. He never set foot in those places of pleasure again.

His friends joked that he had changed. He lazily turned his wedding ring and said without a care, "Your sister-in-law would get mad if she found out."

But Shi Nianqing didn't think it mattered.

Instead, she thought she was being inconsiderate, keeping the young heir from finding a new lover.

"It's all right. We're only married by contract. If there's someone you like, you can..."

Before she could finish, the man pulled her tightly into his arms. His chin rested in the hollow of her shoulder, and his scorching lips brushed her ear. His voice was low and hoarse. "Don't push me away again."

She thought her partner was getting a little too clingy in their contractual romance.

3.

A heavy snowfall fell over Chengjiang, and flakes drifted down in soft swirls.

He wrapped her in his thick, soft coat. As they breathed, a white mist brushed her ear. "A long time ago, on a snowy day..."

"I was kneeling in the ancestral hall as punishment when I saw someone tiptoe up to the window and put a snow rabbit on the sill."

He smiled and added, "She even tried to force me to buy it."

As icicles fell with a clear, tinkling sound, she suddenly remembered the winter courtyard, its branches bent beneath the weight of snow.

"It's all right now. Even I belong to you."

He took her hand, cold and covered in snowflakes, and pressed it to his heart. His scorching lips and tongue pried her teeth apart, fierce and urgent. "I never make a deal at a loss."

A snowman built thoughtlessly in youth became a gentle spring stream in the river of time, bringing warmth to your desolate youth.

// Reader's guide:

1. Both are virgins. Marriage first, love later, intense push-and-pull, both strong characters.

2. The male lead falls first, and it's a secret crush...

3. Set in a fictional world.

4. Minor crossover with another story on my profile, The Ember of Shen Xi.

Coming soon, marriage first, love later: Spring Snowflakes

[Bright, proud thorny rose × sharp-tongued, scheming, sincere wolfdog]

As the daughter of the Ye family, Ye Xu had been a dazzling rose with thorns since childhood.

But on the eve of her engagement party, her fiance left her at the altar, turning her into a laughingstock throughout the city.

After returning from abroad, she agreed to the blind date her family arranged.

She deliberately made things difficult for him, only to watch him effortlessly counter her moves, calmly remove his sunglasses, and reveal amber eyes she had engraved into her very soul.

It was Shen Jiahuai.

The nemesis who had argued and fought with her when they were young.

Now he was a powerful media mogul who ruled the entertainment industry.

She raised an eyebrow, pretending to be calm. "Shen Jiahuai, you're still unmarried?"

The man wiped his glasses, his gaze deep. "Not everyone is as indiscriminate as Miss Ye."

She leaned toward him, her porcelain-white neck taut.

Light rippled like a river in the hollow of her collarbone, and her soft, warm breath drifted over his bobbing Adam's apple like burning smoke. "Then, would you dare let me have a taste?"

The man suddenly gripped her chin, his eyes dark as quenched steel. "Sure."

"But I'm afraid once Miss Ye has tasted the best, she'll never be able to swallow inferior goods again."

Later, at an auction, the thorny rose brooch she designed stunned the crowd.

Shen Jiahuai bought it for an astronomical price of tens of millions, then gently pinned the jewel to her chest backstage. "Back where it belongs."

When reporters swarmed around them, he bent down backstage and bit the tip of her ear.

"Shen Jiahuai, when did you start plotting against me?"

"Guess."

Love is a rose reborn in fire, the heartbeat of a sixteen-year-old lifted from a thicket of thorns.

Marriage first, love later | Childhood friends | Secret crush comes true

Theme: Love gives you freedom and gives me infinite courage